Amma’s three-day program in New York ended yesterday.
For anyone wanting to know more about Amma, please go to:
Amma.org or embracingtheworld.org

As many of you know, Amma is my teacher. It is thanks to her teaching of love that I am inspired to look for something positive in everything. That I am inspired to learn from everything that surrounds me, Nature, People, and Life in its many forms.

During the last day of the program I had another “opportunity” to cry, and that was during an acupuncture session with Dr. Weng, a Chinese acupuncturist of formidable qualities and abilities.

I had been lying down on one of the treatment tables for a few moments, when Dr. Weng came.
Without saying anything she took my arm and listened to my pulse, then she placed a series of acupuncture needles on my face, my lower arms and my feet. Whatever the needles did, it started long before she’d inserted the last one. The horror and disbelief of the violence of Andrew’s death was stored in my body, and now was erupting, like earthquake rumbles shaking my whole being.

For a moment I felt like when Andrew was born.

By the time I got onto the delivery table and the medical team had assembled around me, it was too late to give me anything but laughing gas; Andrew was exiting my womb.
I didn’t have to push, a force out of my control shoved the baby out of me and a roar out of my throat.

Andrew was born.

On the treatment table, roar by painful roar I quieted down and slipped into a slumber. I don’t know how much time had passed when Dr. Weng’s assistant came and removed the needles. Dreamily I left the treatment room and lay down on an empty row of chairs on the upper balcony (at the Manhattan Center), while Amma gave Darshan throughout the night.